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--REPLACE THIS TEXT WITH YOUR MESSAGE (for your convenience the episode is provided below, complete with links)-- <img src="http://www.authorjeremyjames.com/images/VEINGEL-COVER-SMALL.jpg" alt="THE VEINGEL cover" title="THE VEINGEL cover" align="left" border="0" height="212" hspace="5" width="144">SYNOPSIS: When an ancient religious cult hunts his people to the brink of extinction, Jequon, a half-angel, half-human badass fights for the survival of his noble race.But as his enemies' holy-caust gains support from powerful officials in the U.S. government, our hero is forced to seek help from an unlikely source: a woman defined by her faith in the same God who wants him dead. Even worse, he starts to fall for her. <h1>Episode 005</h1> </div> <h3>Jequon, our hero, confronts his cocksure cousin about the murder of one of their own</h3> [[Chapter 3]] [[Artemis]]. First [[Gen]]eration. Always wanted my job. Which is reason enough not to like him. But standing there dressed in all black motorcycle leathers, the ridiculous epitome of a B-movie [[vampire]] costume—that’s enough to piss me off—especially when he shows up unannounced. I’ve called him on his outfit before, and he always reverts to his ‘I collect Ducatis’ excuse. Whatever. In medieval Ireland, pimped out in armor polished to a mirror-like finish, his line was: ‘I’m a knight.’ The poser. “Why are you here?” I ask in English, playing stupid, buying time. I deny him the courtesy of responding in the [[Angelic Tongue]] of our fathers, the [[Watchers]]. “The question is, [[Jequon]], why weren’t you here…earlier?” That throws me. What the hell is he talking about? I locate [[Uri]] in my periphery, keeping my eyes on [[Artemis]] the whole time. The Russian hasn’t moved. “Don’t worry about [[Uri]]. He doesn’t even realize I’ve been in the room with him for the better part of the day. I had his errand bitch from downstairs bring up a special order. Snuck in and rolled underneath the bed after I heard him snoring… What? you think a Russian gets that soused from vodka alone?” [[Uri]] pipes in from the hall, “It’s true comrade, it has been my water ever since Chernobyl. I have never seen this man before. He drugged me. I—” “—Shut-up [[Uri]].” [[Artemis]] removes a brass and red plastic shotgun shell from his pocket and wiggles it in Ur’s direction; then he moves toward me a step. “So what’s your excuse this time [[Jequon]]? You’re The Protector, remember? Who exactly are you protecting? Clearly not [[Lucian]]. You keep telling the [[Council]] you’ve got it under control, and meanwhile, our people are getting slaughtered by these chumps. You can find the rest of this episode, including e-book formats and a streaming audio version, here: <a href="http://www.theveingel.com/ee/TheVeingel/full-entry/episode-005/">Continued at: Episode 005</a>

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